Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Fucheng is still the same, the mutton shop's business is still good.

Fang Xing strolled with the two children all the way.

"Two bowls of soup, one less."

The shopkeeper already knew Fang Xing's identity, and immediately trembled to get the mutton soup, but he was a little bit happy in his heart.

Both Xing He Bo like to eat at my house, which means it tastes good!

Fang Xing was fine when he galloped down the road, but the two children felt a little uncomfortable.

Potatoes slowly drank the soup while holding a bowl, Fang Xing slowly fed Huanhuan.

This is the standard civilian version of father and son getting along with each other.

Huanhuan used to hate broth very much, but after reaching Fang Xing's side, he ran with the potatoes every day, which consumed a lot and naturally tasted sweet.

After drinking the broth, Huanhuan was sweaty and blushed.

"Father, it's delicious."

A dad who can play with him is of course a good dad.

This son is so good to buy!

Fang Xing was a little depressed, then wiped his sweat and led him out.

Pedestrians do not look at Fang Xing and his son.

In the harvest season, there is always a lot more joy and a lot more busyness.

Huanhuan curiously looked at the pedestrians, shopkeepers, guys, shops on the street...

The child is always full of curiosity about the world he sees and dares to explore it fearlessly.

Back at the camp, the elder brother was already eager to see through. Fang Xing handed Huanhuan to her, and then took the potatoes to the big tent.

"Master, No.1 Fresh can't get any food from the south."

Jiading who stayed behind conveyed the news from Peiping.

"The first fresh..."

Fang Xing looked at the potatoes and encouraged: "You can talk about it."

Tudou didn’t feel shy either. He thought for a while and said, “Father, the number one in Peking is good. The one in the south is stuck. It means that they are afraid and timid, so they only dare to get the one from the south...”

This view is just mediocre.

"My boy doesn't know how big the impact of Daiichixian on our family is. I remember that every year when Zhuangzi and Daiichixian from the south come to repay the bills and deliver things, my mother is very happy. It can be seen that the impact is not small, so the kid thinks..."

Fang Xing looked ahead, as if not paying attention to his words.

Tudou hesitated for a while, and said, "Father, it's time to send a letter to the south, let them do it..."

"tough?"

Fang Xing asked, in a light tone.

Tudou said without hesitation: "Father, if you don't move once, others will despise our family."

"Furthermore, Yixian and Zhuangzi in the south will be bullied. The boy remembers that those people in Zhuang often say that there is a father, so no one dares to bully them, so they work hard, thinking about whether the South will be the same..."

Fang Xing groaned, Potato was a little nervous.

This is Fang Xing's test and teaching of him, and Fang Xing said before that his temper will determine a person's future destiny.

Tudou didn't dare to trick him, and said his true thoughts.

According to Fang Xing's statement, his thoughts are too tender, just look at his face to know whether it is true or not.

This kid still cares too much!

Fang Xing smiled and said: "This is revenge. Those people hate the cleansing gentry's preferential treatment, but for the father they insist on this matter and take their own hands, so this is revenge."

"This is timid revenge. I dare to vouch for my father. Now the first freshman in the south has returned to normal. Do you know why?"

Tudou shook his head, then nodded again, and said, "Father, are they afraid?"

Fang Xing has a great reputation outside, especially the magnanimity, even Tudou knows that if you provoke magnanimity, you have to be prepared for crazy revenge.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Fang Xing couldn't help laughing. Tudou knew his answer was good, so he laughed too.

Fang Xing looked at the potatoes with satisfaction, and said, "It's still immature, no, it's very immature, but it's fine if you can master the direction. You will naturally become more and more mature in the future."

Everyone wants his wife to be filial, no, not only to be filial, but also to be able, calm, and smart...

Almost all fathers in the world are the same. They hide their tenderness to their children, and most of them are harsh or impatient in their eyes.

And all of them, it’s just that they hope that all the strengths in the world will be revealed in their children, everything is well and perfect...

Tudou was just like a child whose father was praised by other people's family. He couldn't help but laughed, very happy.

Fang Xing sighed in his heart, knowing that he would never escape some of the inferior nature of ordinary fathers.

He walked over and touched the top of the potato's head and encouraged: "You are fine, go, play with my brother later."

Potato nodded vigorously, his eyes were shining, as if there was light.

This is the joy and self-confidence after being affirmed by my father.

After Tudou went out, Xin Laoqi came in and said, "Master, everywhere in the Hejian Mansion is considered stable, but there are some undercurrents in the capital."

"Hejian Mansion is nothing but a signal, a signal for the rich and powerful in the north to know, they don't want to hide..."

…

Hejian Mansion has become a three-regardless zone!

After Liu Guan and Fang woke up, Jingcheng's eyes focused, but no matter how many people were arrested and killed in Hejian Mansion, no one questioned them.

The breath of a bumper harvest permeates the countryside, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com permeates the city.

After Fang Xing completely let go, Liu Guan's performance can be called a competent minister.

The angry gentry everywhere was directly suppressed by Liu Guan's command, Jubaoshanwei, his orders were cold, and Jubaoshanwei followed them.

For a while, Liu Guan's name can stop children crying at night in Hejian Mansion. It's really a terrible name!

At the position of Zuo Du Yushi, Liu Guan now has some taste.

And in Shandong, the gangster Xu Jingchang and Zhu Yong cooperated, inside and outside, and directly used force to purge the gentry who resisted.

The emperor was just indifferent to this, and the few memorials could not even go up to the imperial case, so they were filtered out by Yang Rong and the others.

The smell of blood gradually diffused from Shandong to the capital, and then from the capital to the south.

"The whole Daming is trembling!"

"Yes, those gentry...no, we are also trembling, don't know when this bad luck will fall on our heads..."

Two gentry stood on the side of the avenue, behind them were bullock carts and servants.

There is a faint mist rising in the fields, and the morning air carries a sweet scent after harvest, which refreshes people.

The two were waiting, not knowing what they were waiting for.

"We all have contributions in our family. We used to think that Beijing would definitely not be liquidated, but now it seems to be wrong."

"Yeah! Your Majesty is firm, and those in the court can't persuade them. Xing He Bo is even more bloodthirsty. Even that dude Xu Jingchang has been killed in Shandong and Dingguo, how can my generation..."

The two of them looked sad, not knowing how to solve these dilemmas.

There was a sound of horseshoes, very dense, and the two quickly retreated to the side.

At this time, most of the cavalry galloping on the official road were messengers, and the blocker was hit to death and deserved it.

The two stood on the side of the road, frowning at the sound of horseshoes...